"What did you think of my entire theory? Do you agree with it?" After Richard pondered for quite a while, Abel looked at him and asked.
Richard pursed his lips. "Before answering your question, I'd like to ask you two questions first."
"Two questions? All right, go ahead."
"First question: why did you leave beacons across so many planes to call me here—or rather, to call people like me, people curious about the truth of the world?"
"That one's simple." Abel answered without concealing anything. "I called you and people like you here to help me. I told you earlier: Otai's Brain now has only one purpose, which is to find the Ultimate Spell. To that end, Otai's Brain has performed an enormous number of calculations, breaking down and recombining every language in the world in an attempt to generate meaningful, correct spells that can truly affect the world.
And that is obviously an unimaginably vast undertaking. There are simply too many kinds of languages in the world, and each language has too many basic characters. Breaking them all apart and recombining them produces a terrifying number of spells. Even if someone started reciting them from the moment they were born, they could never finish before dying. Otai's Brain has considerable computing power, but even now, it has only calculated a tiny fraction of them.
To improve efficiency, human intelligence must be used to screen them—to eliminate spell combinations that are almost certainly useless beforehand, while retaining suspicious combinations for testing. Only then might it be possible to find the Ultimate Spell within one lifetime.
At first, many people helped me. But later, because of one incident, they were all gone, leaving only me behind. After that, I persevered alone for a very long time, until I realized that maintaining